The glass is always half full. Even if the soap dispenser is now empty.

I fancy myself an optimist. Sure, we all have those days where everything is terrible and the only solution is to plot silently the death of the entire human race, but in general. I think there's always a light at the end of the tunnel.

So when the bad news is that I just accidentally knocked the soap dispenser off the wall of the bathroom at work and spilled a full gallon of liquidy soap all over the sink, the floor, my body, my shoes, and the wall;
I remember the good news:

1. Everything (including me) will eternally smell of delicious vanilla pine public restroom bliss, and
2. The soap is whitish-clear. Nobody will ever know.

Either you're getting weirder, or...

You know that awkward moment when you show up to your moms house and accidentally crash her lawn party?

And then the cops show up and you think your mom is about to get arrested but it turns out the cops were invited,
but you weren't?



Yeah.

Me neither.